John St. John

6.31. 6.52. 6,57. 7.25. 7-35- 106 ΤΗΕ EQUINOX Yet one can get the right stuff out of the Tarot (or other inconvenient method) by spiritualising away all the meaning, until the intuition pierces that blank wall of ignorance. Let O.M. meditate upon this Oracle on his way to feed John St. John‘s body—and thus feed his ownl Out, out, to feed! Trimming his beard in preparation for going out, he reflects that the deplorable tone (as one’s Dean would say) of the last entry is not the cry of the famished beast, but that of the over-driven slave "Adonai, ply Thou thy scourge! Adonai, load Thou the chain l” What the devil is the matter with the time ? The hours flit just like butterflies—the moon, dead full, shines down the Boulevard. My moon—full moon of my desire! (Ha, ha, thou beast! are “ I and Me and Mine" not dead yet?) Yea, Lord Adonail but the full moon means much to John St. John ; he fears (ῥινῷ, O Lord of theWestern Pylon!) lest, if once that full moon pass, he may not win through. . . . “The harvest is over, the summer is ended, and we are not saved l " Yet hath not Abramelin lashed the folly of limiting the spiritual paths by the motions of the planets? And Zoroaster, in that same oracle just quoted? Hots d’CEuvres, Bouillabaisse, contrefilet roti, Glace. g Graves.